Fifteen Minutes in Alloa

Not for any footballing reasons: I’d ebayed a bike, which refused to fit into the back of my car until I let its tyres down. Recreation Park was just over the road. A friendly face called down from a window. I couldn’t hear; asked him again. “Take the front wheel off!”

“No, no. I’ll just give it another push”. (Embarrassed now, and cobwebby from the tailgate handle).